We Fight, We Breakup, We Fuck, We Makeup- Derek Luh Smut
Request: Could I request an imagine with Derek where we’ve been together for 2 years and we get into a huge fight but we make up with something a bit smutty
Warnings: Cursing and I’ve never written smut before so this might be crappy 🙈😩
I was sitting at home scrolling through Instagram and checking out my Twitter mentions while watching Catfish simultaneously. I put my phone down for a couple seconds to channel surf when I hear a car pull into the driveway.
Derek’s home from the studio. Finally. Lately Derek has been going to the studio and coming back late, but I’ve always fallen asleep before he gets back. I hope there’s nothing I should be worried about.
My thoughts are soon stopped in place when I hear the keys jingle in the door it opens ever so slightly. He walks in and a gust of wind blows through the house. I’m suddenly slapped in the face by a strong scent of alcohol mixed with… weed.
Is he serious right now? We’ve talked about this shit, over and over and he thinks he can get away with it?! No. Not today. Before he sees me, I turn around and walk towards the staircase and sit on the fourth step, my feet resting on the third. Phone in hand, and ready to yell.
He closes the door behind him and stops in his tracks when he sees me sitting on the steps. “Hey baby. How are you,” Derek smiles. I look at him up and down and notice that his eyes are bloodshot red. He’s high right now.
When he notices that I don’t reply, he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?” Still ignoring his questions, I finally speak up. “Did you have fun at the ‘studio’, Derek?,” I ask putting air quotes around studio. “Um, yeah. I got a lot done today,“he lied straight through his teeth. His perfect white teeth that seemed to blind people whenever he smiled. Fuck, Y/N focus.
“Oh really, like what?,” I challenged. I wanted to catch him in his dirty ass lie. “Um, I published a song, wrote some more lyrics, and here I am.”
“Really, Derek? Because you were gone since 8 tonight and currently it’s 2 in the morning. You’re trying to tell me that it took you 6 hours to write a couple songs and publish one? Do you think I’m stupid Derek?,” I ranted standing up on the stairs from getting angry.
“Okay, I’m gonna need you to chill because you’re raising your voice.” Was I raising my voice? I didn’t even notice.
I stepped down that stairs and made my way over to Derek, bringing his clothes towards my nose. Just to show him that I knew he was lying. I look up at him and I see he has a worried expression on his face.
“Huh, smells a little familiar don’t you think? The perfect mix of alcohol and oh what’s that? Weed?,” I say with anger and irritation laced in my voice. “So Derek, is the studio your final answer because I caught you in a damn lie and right now I’m very aggravated.”
He stays silent.“That’s what I thought. You know what Derek, I am so fucking tired of you always lying to me! I’m over it,” I say raising my voice. Yeah, I noticed this time.
“Woah, what do you mean always lying to you? When have I ever lied to you, Y/N?,” Derek asked raising his voice to same level as I did.
“Hmm,” I pretended to think. “How about the fact that you told me you were going to the studio when in reality you went to the club, you promised you’d stop smoking but look at where we are right now and let’s not forget - -.” He cut me off,“OK hold up, who said I smoked weed. You’re always assuming shit, and it’s getting on my fucking nerves,” he yelled at the top of his weed filled lungs. He can’t fool me.
“Oh, I’m assuming shit? Derek, your eyes are bloodshot red, you smell like fucking weed. I’m so done with your shit,” I say walking up the stairs. I get into our shared bedroom, grab my Adidas duffel bag and start stuffing my shit in there.
I jump up in fear when I feel snake their way around my waist. As soon as my brain proceses that it’s Derek, I immediately shake him off of me considering I was still pissed at him. “C'mon babe it was one blunt,” Derek whined. “So you did lie, you’re a fucking, ugh,” I grunted being too angry to finish my sentence.
“Come on, Y/N, we’ve been together for 2 fucking years and you want to leave just because I smoked a blunt tonight,” Derek protested. “It’s not even that Derek,” I say turning around. “It’s the fact that you promised me you’d stop smoking and you went behind my back and still did it. You probably even smoked this whole week, but got away with it because I fell asleep before you got back. So you know what, yes I am leaving,” I say ever so calmly and turning back around to finish packing my stuff.
I’m almost done packing when I am pulled from behind and spun around. I feel pain in my back when I am slammed against the wall with two hands on each side of my body.
I am confused as to what’s going on when I hear Derek whisper,“ I guess now I have to fuck you to remind you how good I am when I’m high.” I almost moan at his words. He moves his lips down to my neck and starts kissing it roughly. I can tell there going to be hickies there in the morning.
Derek continues his actions until I moan. He whispers in my ear again,“Bounce.” I jump up and wrap my legs around Derek’s waist.
Let’s just say we had a lot of fun that night. Maybe I’ll let Derek keep smoking weed.
A/N: Thanks you guys so much for reading. This was requested by the lovely lady: almoststupendousparadise. I love you guys and I’ll talk to y'all soon ✌️🤘👋
Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila.
Hope you enjoy it!
Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my
own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a
little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied
by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart
Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really
„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at
me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to
get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my
acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I
did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the
mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier
with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t
really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying
because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on
your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t
be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much
for me but it still made me nervous.
„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat.
Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like
it happened just yesterday. „Well you
don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N,
if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn
huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the
evening‘s done“ I said knowing it would
put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s
drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed
my lips before stepping out of the car.
Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It
was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now.
Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it
was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn
and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn
and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.
When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy?
Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He
will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.
On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me?
Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their prom dresses. I should have been there with
my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly
changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves.
Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he
did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I
Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked
through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my
head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be
crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am.
Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was
never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave
this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I
look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have
fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.
„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are
you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just
leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the
thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you
promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so
mad at me? I gave you an oppurtunity to
be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what
I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in
the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and
your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was
waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone
why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel
room. I needed to get out of here.
„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated
yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.
sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t
be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.
I turned around when I heard soft music start to
play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave
Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically.
Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving
and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if
he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not
enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know
that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t
leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But
please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at
him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking
flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous
coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact
that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”
Everyone else was out at the beach, but me and my best friend Jack decided to stay at home and play basketball. We were just messing around since I’m not that good.
“Ok, 5 bucks says I make this shot with one hand on one foot.” He said.
“I can make that, no deal.” I said shaking my head.
“You really think you can?” He asked with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“I know I can. Pass me the ball.” I said. He passed the ball and I grabbed it. I made the shot and he slowly clapped.
“I’m impressed. Here.” He said handing me a five dollar bill.
“Thank you very much.” I said smiling widely at him. I slide the money in my back pocket. He grabbed the ball and walked to the other side of the court near the fence.
“Okay, hot shot. I bet I can make this shot. Backwards, one hand, from over here.” He said.
“Ok, fine.” I said. I slide the money out of my pocket and set it on the table.
“No, we aren’t betting for money this time.” He said looking at me.
“What are we betting for?” I asked.
“Anything we want.” He said, smliking at me.
“Ok, hold on. What do you mean by anything?” I asked, leaning onto the table I stood by.
“Well, in moderation.” He said making me laugh.
He turned around and leaning back to see the hoop. He grabbed the ball with one hand and made the shot. I laughed thinking he didn’t make it, then I heard the ‘swoosh’ of the net. I turned around surprised.
“Wow, nice. I didn’t really think you’d make it to be honest” I said walking towards the net. I beant over to grab the ball and I leaned my back in the pole. Jack walked towards me smiling.
“So what do you get?” I asked, handing him the ball.
He took the ball and threw it to the side. He licked his lips and walked closer to me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. His lips were suddenly on mine. I was shocked but I liked it. I kissed back, and our lips moved together slowly but passionately. I let my fingers run through his hair before he pulled away. He leant his forehead on mine and kept his eyes closed before laughing. I smiled at him.
“I’m glad you made the basket.” I said just above a whisper. He smiled at me.